Wednesday, June 3, 2009

souvenirs

The sound of bells that carry across the rooftops and into my bowl of soupWhen I press my eyes and see stars just like when you saidThe dampness in the wind that makes the hairs at my neck curl against my skinCrumbs in the carpet, treasures in the sky, blue socks under the bedCereal boxes lined up in all of the colours of my loveThe sticky stones of apricots rolling across the sun beams on the floorPeanut butter, mixed tape full of silent drums and im just a girl you knewyour name makes an empty space in my mouthI don’t know why, souvenirs of you.

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I drink too much tea, collect things, love rainy days, op-shops, reading, and new ideas. I try to watch more clouds than tv and love every day. This is my collection of photos, creativity and things I like. Thanks for stopping by!